[So hey, here's someone new! He's kind of punkish-looking, isn't he? If you ignore the big down coat he's wearing, he might look pretty fashion-aware as well.

Is that…a megaphone he's holding? Right… at the communicator?]

Attention, all radians and zeros of this negative-degreed tundra!

[Yeah, he went there. He just used a megaphone into the speaker of a tablet. Sorry, there was probably a LOT OF FEEDBACK in that little announcement. At least he's put the megaphone down for now.]

Let's bisect this quadrilateral, already.

Name's Minamimoto. Someone around here told me that there's some zetta strong fighters around here. And that "training" increases your sync with your weapon. Having mine below one-hundred percent isn't an option. Anyone else catching my implications? Show your work, and maybe I'll take you up on measuring your limits.

If you can keep up.

[...You probably weren't expecting a bunch of math mumbo-jumbo to come out of this guy's mouth, huh.]

[ When Apollo appears on the video feed, she doesn't quite look her usual, overexcited self. Physically she looks a little bit different than normal as well - a couple new tattoos on her chest/shoulder, slightly longer hair, that sort of thing - but for the most part, she's still recognizably Apollo. She takes a breath, getting ready to speak, but then just lets out a sigh that turns into a long, drawn out groan that ends with, ] Fuck.

[ But okay here she goes, she's straightening herself up and she's ready to address the public properly now. ]

So hey is this just a fuckin' thing now? You're here, then you ain't, then you are again a week or months later when really you spent a couple years back home and-- Gods, y'know what, no, forget it 'cause I don't even fuckin' care.

[ Despite her claim of not caring, her shoulders sag as she throws her head back and groans some more, and lets a brief, humourless laugh escape her as irrational frustration catches up to her again. ]

My harem! They're all gone. Well, then again, all the good ones got eaten by a fuckin' sea monster a couple weeks ago anyway but still, god I'm fuckin' here in the snow where wow it doesn't mean fuck all that I'm the Pirate King of Ce Monde, huh? Or Lord of the Espalion Isles, or the Sea Strumpet's captain - hah! That's great, that's perfect! [ Only it really isn't, she just has to bitch and force herself to laugh in a poor attempt to deal with this bullshit. ] I mean shit I know I'm improved and even more fantastic than fuckin' before right down to my tits, but shit sake's just fuck, fuck. Gods above and below, it's only been a few days here, hasn't it?

[ Another heavy sigh as she sinks back again. She seems to be feeling a little bit better now that she's got that off her chest though. ] Whatever, I'm back, I'm King of the Sea, and I'm gettin' myself a few goddamn drinks.